We've been through tough times before. We'll work it out, as we always do. Besides, you need this to get the scholarship for the University."The young...man flushed out of embarrassment and frustration. "I know. But I'm not liking the numbers this year. Somethings off. They don't look right. If I stay, you can let one of the hands go, maybe that will help?"His father walked up to him and put his calloused hands on each shoulder, looking his son in his eyes. "We. Will. Be. Fine. You come home in 8. He grinned at me slyly and moved towards me. I knew that I had no other choice and dropped the sheet. He opened his belt and zip and stood in front of the bed I was lying on. Then I pulled his pants down and saw a tent being made by his dick.I pulled his pants down to find a big dick, much bigger and thicker than my own, even when it was only semi-erect. I gave it a few strokes with my hand. Then he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to his dick.I stuck my tongue out and started. He wasnt that big compared to the other boys and men Grace blew off. I said while trying to push that image of grace sucking on Bobbys manhood out of my head. I think they call that a blow job not a blow off. Barbie said with a giggle. What ever you call it its gross and sounds disgusting. I said shaking my head as if to somehow erase the image from my mind. Is that all? You always knew Grace is a bit of a slut who would blow any guys she can just for the hell of it. Barbie said she knows all. “No thanks, I’ll take care of it.” I shrugged almost offended. He insisted and went ahead to pay it. I smiled but not enough to stroke his ego. “May I have the honor of knowing your sweet name? I hesitated and his eyes gleamed. “Claire...” “I’m Baxtor. You look amazing Claire.” I blushed, “Thank you. I was just headed out” I said to avoid conversation; my friends had already started chuckling.“Could you join me for a drink Claire?” He asked cordially. I shook my head; I wanted to get out of.